Category: Poetic Forms
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For dVerse Poets: Quadrille #142
Noodling Isn’t About Pasta I never botherremoving tinselfrom a Christmas tree. It’s impossible, it’s likeremoving a kitefrom a telephone wire. Or catching a troutwith your hands,although I used to be able to do that.Dad taught me –he called it noodling. Yes, it’s absolutely true – noodling. It’s also calling trout tickling. As for the tinsel,…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 4: A Sonnet with Consonant Near-rhymes
Still Searching Everyone’s trying to find their way home,to what was. Wrongs. Rights. Some justicefor what’s buried, like a tune whose lyricssit on the tip of your tongue, or that hymn God loves his children, be faithful to Jesus.Grandma was faithful, praying daily, lestJesus in his loin cloth hanging on the walldidn’t hear her anymore.…
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dVerse Fragments
Five Tercet Fragment Poems I. Writing letters with Words slipping in between Rusty spells gone off II.Cold, and she’s frightened Of moonlight. It’s ice Like bleached bone and whispers III.It’s a long journey through winter It’s alive And standing. There IV.Everyone is somewhere You reappear like a sorrow That keeps on…
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dVerse Poets Quadrille #141
dVerse Poets Quadrille A Blast of Cold Along the beachblows a cold wind,quick as a ghostit travels the Channel,and prowls the coast.And it snows. It’s nothing, if nothungry for white.A crowning drapethat we know will go.Our sentinel snowmanmelting on the shore. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #141 “Crown”. 44 words sans title. Image is Brighton beach…
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dVerse An Ekphrastic Poem
Walking In The Shoes of Blackberrying It’s the 3rd stanza of Blackberrying.That last hedgerow is behind her,a milk bottle filled with blackberries, and the bite of sea air funnelsa phantom laundry wind thatslaps her face. Terns and gulls hook at the air,and salt marsh sheep scatterlike chalky clouds on green hills. She walks along a…
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Day 23: NaPoWriMo
Day 23: Miz Quickly & PA, and a Haibun for dVerse Poets. Like Unplugging I. (for Miz Quickly & PA) Just A Few Desires, yes, a few likeseeing brilliance rising offthe sea, morning sky that’s an aquamarine-holiday colour,and white-dashed beachesso bright that your eyes sting, and silence,yes, silence from radio voices.And I still want sex…
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A Wayra for dVerse Poets
dVerse Poets: Wayra Form Ten Minutes After Dinner (draft version 1) He is in a sleepof see-saw, he breathes softly,a rise and fall of his chest.A light rumbling comesfrom his throat. I turn off the moon. Turn Off the Light (draft version 2) He is in a sleep of see-saw, he breathes softly, a rise and fall…
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For dVerse Quadrille “Fair”
dVerse Poets Quadrille Photo by Matheus Frade on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille – Fair” and Twiglets “Head to Toe“. A Quadrille is a 44-word poem sans title. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter.
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dVerse Poets Haibun Monday
I want to believe in tenderness that’s gentle as a candle, tender as a single vine growing up a tree, the sweet tones of a sparrow’s song, but I can’t stop looking at those crows across the street, balanced like pegs on a telephone line, and clawing at the roof ridges, clinging to the bare…
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dVerse Quadrille: Ashes
The Railroad’s Cottages Those railroad cottages withendlessly long roof ridges,chimney ash to rise and fall. Living’s not easy by the rail-line. Clotheslines with shirts drying.Trouser legs frozen. A woman’scrying heart drying in the cold. And another train flashes its rumbling noise across the window. dVerse quadrille “ash”. 44-words sans title. Images by Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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